- Marcus: Let's just say that once upon a time, there were 3 bears
- Lou: Oh God, not another story!
- D: Yeah Marcus, just spit it out!
- Marcus: The bears went out one day looking for food which was other bears
- Lou: Ah, cannibalistic bears!
- Marcus: And when these 3 bears got back to their house, they found little Goldilocks sleeping in their bed. Just before they could eat her, Papa bear said, 'Now just wait, we're cannibalistic bears!'
- D: Yes, yes we are
- Lou: I wanna be Mama bear
- D: *Three* bears
- Marcus: Ah, the bears. Goldilocks is tasty to us so Goldilocks must be tasty to other bears, and what we really would like to eat is other bears, so why don't we use Goldilocks as a trap for the other bears. And all the bears nodded their heads and thought it was good, so they did. Goldilocks was a very good trap for the other bears, and the 3 bears went back home to their nice homes at night, simply stuffed to the gills with bear. Yum yum!
- D: So who do we use for bait? Not Goldilocks
- Lou: Not who, but what
- Marcus: Precisely
- D: Im lost
- Lou: Of course you are, you're stupid!
- Ricky: Hey, I happen to have a healthy respect for profanity. They're just not happy words and they don't make me happy to hear them. To use something over and over until it has no meaning. Hell hell hell hell hell.
- Moon: [Opening monologue] Here I sit alone and wait, surrounded by broken tablets and new tablets half-covered with writing. When will my hour come? The hour of my going down and going under, for I want to go among men once more. For I am waiting now, for first of the signs that my hour has come. Meanwhile, I talk to myself as one who has time. Nobody tells me anything new, so I tell myself. Myself.
- Moon: [Addressing the game participants] You have all betrayed the syndicate. Maybe in little ways over a long period of time. Maybe once. Maybe one big time. Maybe something in between. You blabbed, you stole, you plotted, you saw too much, maybe you did too little. Now your individual sins are written right on the cards right in front of you. But I'm sure you know, and we all know, what happens to those that betray the syndicate. Now our first intention was just to murder you motherfuckers, throw your punk asses in a big-ass hole, cover it up with lime. That'd be the easiest way, but that ain't the most interesting, nah. So I convinced 'em: why don't you let me give out prizes to the winners, let the syndicate watch? This shit is gonna be better than pay TV.